Chapter 67

Lucinda's POV

This is crazy right?

I'm sitting on a chair in my living room staring at my front door with my purse in hand. I check my phone.

7:53 am.

Just seven more minutes until this misery can end. I tap my foot up and down in anxiety then I move on to biting my lip. When that doesn't calm me I pick at my nails in annoyance.

Why the hell am I so nervous?!

Okay so truth bomb.

I've been awake since 4 am this morning.

Why?

I don't know. No matter what I just couldn't sleep or get comfortable enough to fall unconscious so I've been up since then. I don't know how long I stared at Donavan's text but I practically had it imprinted in my brain.

Seventeen letters, one number, two punctuation marks - being a comma and full stop - and four spaces.

I hadn't replied but the message had been marked as 'read' so he knew that I saw it. If he showed up at my door and I wasn't ready I would have no means to defend myself.

But then again... Why am I so worried about what he thinks?

It's not he holds any significant role over my life... Right?

About an hour or so of staring at his text I got in the shower and took my time to make sure everything looked absolutely perfect. Once the physical grooming was done I moved on to clothes which was a bigger challenge than I thought.

Donavan never actually specified where we were going so I was pretty much out of luck with choosing an outfit. It was kind of chilly outside this morning so I figured something light enough not to make me sweat but something warm enough not to make me cold.

But by all means... I must look hot.

After an hour of digging, mixing and matching I finally found the perfect outfit. Then it was on to hair with a touch of makeup - for that natural look - and finally the perfect choice in shoes. Since I didn't know where we were going the wrong choice in shoes could ruin the whole thing.

Thinking back to the events of earlier today I realised how much of a freak I must looked like. Why the hell am I so obsessed with impressing this guy? Maybe I should-

A knock on my door interrupted my train of thought. I looked down at my phone and saw that it was 8:00 am on the dot.

Did I space out for a whole seven minutes?!

I got up quickly and rushed to the door before I halted. What if he thinks I was waiting for him?

I mean I was but he doesn't have to know that.

What do I do? I can't just let him stand out there can I?

So patiently I waited for him to knock once more before I opened the door.

"When you said 8 am I didn't actually expect you to arrive exactly at 8 am."

"Well, I'm a man of my word. You ready to go?"

I nodded and followed him outside and locked my door behind me. He was sporting his regular leather jacket but this one seemed a bit new, like he hadn't worn it that my times before. Black ripped jeans and a black V-neck t-shirt along with black sneakers.

My favourite part about him is that he's always got an element of my favorite colour in his everyday outfits and that makes me happy somehow. But then again it's also his favourite colour so who am I to think I'm special.

I got in the passenger seat of his car and we drove off. My eyes trailed off to his hand which was gripping the gear stick and the other which was holding on to the steering wheel. The veins popping out of the back of his hand looked hell a sexy.

After staring at his hands like a creep he finally said something.

"Aren't going to ask me where we're going?"

I turned to him with a half smile and chuckled a little.

"No"

"No way... Does the Lucinda Morningstar finally trust me?"

He said in a joking manner and chuckled a little bit. I love the sound of his laugh even if it's just a light chuckle. Something about it makes me feel giddy inside.

I smirked.

"No... "

I turned to look at him with a calm look on my face.

"... I'll just be the one to kill you first."

He turned to me stunned for a second before turning his attention back to the road. He let out a breath of disbelief and shook his head before bursting out into laughter.

"I forgot that you can be scary sometimes... Who taught you to be so morbid?!"

Obviously those words were meant to be a joke but to me they held a deeper meaning. He's not ready to know about that part of my life yet. So instead I laughed.

"What do you mean I've always been like this..."

He sighed again and shook his head.

"I wonder how Chase ever deals with you."

Chase.

Suddenly our first date - well not technically first date, more like our first time together alone - popped up in my brain. I had suggested that he was a serial killer and he played along.

It was one of the few things that he did that made me want to be around him. His ability to adapt to any situation no matter what the world threw at him.

On the way to - wherever we were going - we settled into a comfortable, light conversation about insignificant things. Probably things that we wouldn't even remember in time.

After an hour or so we stopped in the driveway of a triple story house somewhere in a cozy suburban neighbourhood. The house had cream white walls and a little garden growing in the front yard.

The porch had a wooden swing with blankets and pillows all over. The lights inside were on indicating that someone was inside. In a word, this place looked homey.

I turned to Donavan and he stared me in the eyes.

"Where are we?"

"Welcome to my childhood home."

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HEY G. R

I'M SORRY. I DON'T DESERVE YOU...BUT MY MOTIVATION KEEPS DISAPPEARING. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO REWRITE THIS CHAPTER CAUSE NOTHING WAS COMING TOGETHER.

AND I'M BUSY WITH MY MID-YEAR EXAMS SO I DON'T REALLY HAVE TIME TO WRITE. PLUS IT WINTER!

IT'S MY FAVOURITE SEASON PERSONALLY BUT MY BODY HATES IT. MAYBE SOMEDAY I'LL EXPLAIN BUT UNTIL THEN

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